The Carlisle wrote:With all the injured being taken care of, Kale walked back into the building. She walked slowly. It was hard to endure everything. She felt like crying at this point, but she held back the tears. Why were these terrible things happening today? She hoped everyone turned out okay. She walked back to the lobby, to Rudolf.
"So... about the dining room. Can I still use it?" she said, slower than usual,"Is there some paper for me to sign?"
Rudolf passed Kale a cup of herbal tea. "Yes," he said, momentarily breaking from his chipper German banter. "You don't have to sign any papers, Miss Kale."
The cultist's brow furrowed in concern. Insane days like this were fairly common, although not to this degree of aftermath, and older denizens had grown accustomed to them. The newer people had probably never experienced anything like this before. Kale had been pulled from her own world and thrust into the middle of Bielefeld on one of those days that truly were "a series of unfortunate events." He sighed.
"Miss Kale, not every day is this rough. I promise. If you ever feel overwhelmed, just shout down a drain. You might need to shout loudly if water's running someplace, but a cultist will usually turn up to lend a hand or shoulder or ear. This is Bielefeld and you're a Resident of the Building. You're family now. All these people are part of that family. When your day lacks sunshine and flowers, you can always turn to someone here. They might be full of fertilizer and worms, but even shit nourishes plants."
He winked at her and settled back into his chair.